If you think it's very gay up there--" She laid her hands in Sylvia's, and looked at Siward with all the old mockery in her eyes--eyes which slanted a little at the corners, Japanese-wise: "Stephen, you are growing positively plump.

You'd better not do that until Sylvia marries you.

Look at him, dear! He's getting all smooth in the cheeks, like a horrid undergraduate boy!" She released one hand and greeted Siward.

"Thank you," she said serenely, replying to his inquiry, "I am perfectly well.

You pay me no compliment when you ask me, after you have seen me." And to Sylvia, looking at her white flannels: "What have you been playing?
What do you find to do with yourself, Sylvia, with that plump sun-burned boy at your heels all day long?
Are there no men about ?" "One's coming to-day," said Sylvia, laughing; and slipping her arm around Leila's waist, she strolled with her out through the tall glass doors to the terrace, with a backward glance of airy dismissal for Siward.
Plank had wired from New York, the night before, that he was coming; in another hour he would be there.